This evening.
I am walking the dog at sunset, stopped at a street corner, waiting for traffic to pass. I am lost in thought.
Suddenly a car flashes by, and for the briefest moment I glimpse …
Author: A // W // F
When the Forest Sends Me a Heart-Shaped Love Note …
Every day, this world tries to tell me, in quiet, ordinary ways, that there is love for me here. And also magic. I went on a long walk in the woods yesterday. My mind was cluttered, my heart heavy, but then, this: … A giant leaf like a valentine: soft as parachute silk. Today, I’m wishing you […]
The First Signs of a Long Goodbye
I find the first yellow leaf the way a woman finds the first gray hair, and feel it like a betrayal: I have so much less time than I thought. And still, the light fills up the rooms, yellow and warm. The green leaves tap the upstairs windows at night. Fireflies spark in the meadows. […]
The Wandering Soul, on Open Seas …
In the Christian high school I attended, once upon a time, there was a lot of talk about where we’d build our house. The wise man, Jesus says in the Gospel of Matthew, built his house on the rock, but the fool built his house on the sand, so that when the rains came and the waters […]
Sleepless, Under Shooting Stars
A week ago. It’s three a.m. and I’m lying in bed, feeling the slow wash of the oscillating fan stirring the sheets. I settle closer against my husband, stare at the ceiling and wonder — a familiar question — if I’m the only one awake. I’ve spent my life as an insomniac, and I can […]
A Birthday, a Wedding Anniversary, a Meteor Shower, & a Whole Lot of Celebrating …
It’s been quiet around alpha// whiskey//foxtrot for the past week, and that’s because the *rest* of my life hasn’t been quiet at all. The middle of August is a special chocolate-covered double-dip sundae for me, since I get to celebrate my anniversary and my birthday one day after the next. Needless to say, I’ve been having […]
A Reminder, Found in the Gutter …
Fallen. Bedraggled. Beautiful. You too. ❤
Rainsong
As I write these words, it’s night, and I’m upstairs in a little room tucked under the eaves, listening to the rain drum the roof just above my head. I love the way a summer rain sounds silver, even in the dark. Oh, Summer: sing me to sleep. ❤
A {Nook} of One’s Own
“Give her a room of her own and five hundred a year, let her speak her mind … And she will write a better book one of these days.” –Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own * I learned a long time ago that I’m a nester by nature: I fluff and fuss in the […]
Oh, God, if only you might give me the words …
… to speak the song the cicadas are singing —that murmur and hum filling the trees.But their song is wholly their own,and no matter what words I use,mine would only be a poor copy —and why bother to copy such a thing,when anyone can go out on a summer nightand sit spellbound to the soundof the original? But […]
ASHLEY WILSON FELLERS 